What He Commits (What He Wants, Book Thirteen) (An Alpha Billionaire Romance) Read Online Free PDF

going to happen here?   I imagined a group of reporters lurking on the other side of
the quad, their cameras ready to get a shot of me with Noah.
    A vein twitched in Noah’s temple as he
considered letting me get out of the car by myself.   “Fine.   But you
are to meet me at this car at 11:00 sharp.   And you are to text me when you are on your way, and to
answer any texts I send you immediately.   Do you understand?”
    “Yes.”
    He leaned over and kissed me on the
lips.   He tasted like mint and
smelled like laundry soap and musky cologne.   His face was freshly shaven, his skin smooth and gorgeous.
    I had to resist the urge to lay my head
against his chest, and instead summoned up my strength and pushed my way out of
the car and into class.

 
    ***

 
    I had Worthington’s class first thing,
and was surprised to see him at the front of the classroom.   I figured with the evidentiary hearing
that afternoon he would have called in a pinch hitter, a substitute professor
who would ply us with questions and case studies and busy work.
    I slid into my seat, glancing over to the
other side of the room where Josh usually sat.   His seat was empty and I let out a sigh of relief, thankful
he wasn’t there.  
    But at the same time, a frisson of
anxiety tripped its way up my spine.  
    At least if Josh was in class, I would
know where he was, what he was doing.   If he wasn’t here, he could be anywhere, planning anything.
    I pulled out my notebook and opened to a
fresh page before becoming dimly aware of the sound of giggling coming from a
couple of rows over.   I glanced over
and saw two girls I didn’t know whispering behind their hands.
    Their eyes were on me, and I turned away,
my face burning.   Law school was a
vicious rumor mill, one I’d been lucky to avoid before now.   Obviously the word had gotten out about
me and Noah.
    I kept my eyes on my notebook.
    A few moments later, Professor
Worthington started class and I glanced back over at Josh’s seat.   Still empty.
    “Good luck today,” Professor Worthington
was saying.   “If you don’t know the
answer to a question, do your best.   Your essays will be given partial credit.”
    He began passing out papers, and my
classmates began clearing their desks and pulling out their pens.
    Was there a test today?
    Was it a pop quiz?
    My heart began to beat loudly in my
ears.   I’d let the reading for this
class slip a tiny bit, figuring I would have time to make it up before there
was a test.
    I fumbled through my notebook for my
syllabus.   I scanned down the
paper, and there it was, right next to today’s date.   A test.
    I did my best, but I knew it was bad.
    I guessed at about a quarter of the
multiple choice questions, and bullshitted my way through the essays.   I was one of the last people to hand
their papers in, and as I handed my paper to Professor Worthington, I couldn’t
look him in the eye.
    I knew I’d failed, or at least gotten a
D.
    I ran out of the room and into the
hallway, pushing my back up against the wall.   I felt like I was having a panic attack again, the way I had
in Noah’s hotel room that day.
      It was as if a rubber band had been placed around my lungs,
like it was squeezing me harder and harder until I was short of breath.
    I put my head between my legs and tried
to keep myself from fainting.   Relax , I told myself.   Just
relax.   It’s only a test.
    A moment later, I felt a hand on my shoulder.
    Noah, I thought in relief.
    But it wasn’t Noah.
    It was Professor Worthington, looking
down at me with a concerned expression on his face.
    “Charlotte,” he asked.   “Are you okay?”
    “Yes,” I said.   “Yes, I’m fine.”   I straightened up and tried to focus as the blood rushed from my head
back to my body.
    “Are you sure?”   He was frowning, like he didn’t believe me.
    “I just…I think I’ve just been a little
overwhelmed.”   I wasn’t sure why I
said that.   Something about